After years of urban and apartment dwelling, I finally moved into a real house with a real backyard. I knew I wanted to create an environment that would attract birds, bees and butterflies and so the seeds of this article were planted.
I was talking with a woman at the gym the other day and she told me a story about trying to meet up with a friend coming in from out of town. It was a tale of missed calls, lost emails, and misunderstood words. When she was done, I commiserated, then asked her when this happened. Her reply matched with my suspicions and I said “Did you know you were doing all of that during Mercury retrograde?”
We drove to Puyallup (Pew AL up) and back. Me twice, John three times.
The result?
Meet the newest members of our family:
Kit, a 7 mo old brown tabby (doemstic shorthair); and
Rollo, a 4 mo old all black domestic shorthair.
They are rescues from the (awesome) Wolf Pack Animal Rescue. We don’t actually have them yet, as they are due to be neutered and microchipped. We’ll pick them up after we return from our holiday the last week of the month.
Which is good, because we need to kitty-proof the home, build a dog-inaccessible place for kitty litter to live, and lay in the basic supplies.
We went looking for a companion for Sasha, but came home with cats. I couldn’t help it, they came right up to me and started ‘talking’ to me. I think our household just got a bit more interesting.
Failure has been a theme in my life for several months now, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. At first glance failure and success are opposites: to fail is to not succeed and success is an absence of failure. In my ruminations, however, I’ve come to understand that while they may be polarized, more often they are intertwined in a complex relationship.
“Keep Walking: My Journey with Cancer” is finally printed and available to the public!
While this isn’t my best writing, or the one I’m most proud of, it is the most honest and revealing I’ve ever allowed myself to be.
For some of you, it will be a reminder of some things I shared along the way, for others, it will be a doorway into my psyche (hi!).
Feedback always encouraged.
I’ve been ruminating about this post since Azahar first brought the topic up in mid February. I’ve been holding off writing it becuase I really didn’t want to freak y’all out. (Isn’t that nice of me?)
An unexpected part of the drama that is my cancer life (as opposed to my real life) is the realization that I need to go through a number of legal hoops to ensure that, if necessary, J. can speak on my behalf when I can’t. For example, when I am unconscious during the upcoming surgery.
I am a Wiccan, and I don’t really follow the Rede. I’ll pause now for your shocks of horror to pass, and for you to clean up the drink you just spilled.
Better? Good.
A key component of frugal living is: Live within your means. One way to do that is to shed that which you do not need and consciously simplify your surroundings.
. . . but don’t you dare take away our eggs!
Here we are once again at the balance of night and day. We made it through a tough winter, and its time to start planting the seeds for a healthy, hearty, harvest later this year. Ostara is an old word, derived from the Germanic Oestre or Eostre (“to shine”), and it is the only pagan celebration that is not Celtic in origin. (I can see why, at this time of year the Celts were most likely still trying to keep warm and not thinking about planting just yet — that would be more like late April, or Beltane.)